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Chapter Seven

I don't know how but by some magic, this chapter was published but was private. I don't know how that happened. Did you guys get to read this? If not, here it is! I republished it. So sorry for the inconvenience.

Burning in hell, InfamousDiablo

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I stood as I stared at my open closet. Piles and piles of dresses hang, they were from different countries all over the world wherever my mom and dad traveled. They both had this wanderlust trait, maybe that's why they were more than perfect for each other, and after Tom graduated from Medicine school, my mom and dad become permanent traveler. They would go to different places and send us postcards, pictures, packages, and sometimes even long detailed letters about their quests.

We had strings of coffee shops scattered all over the place, it was pretty famous for perfectly brewed coffees and teas which will make you fall in-love. That's what keeps them on journey, apart from my brother's salary which he sends about a fourth of it for their allowance. Dad said he had built a small Engineering firm in Germany, don't know if it's true though, and that's where the money they occasionally sends us comes from.

I heard the front door open and close before Tom's voice wafted into my room. "El?"

"Room!" I answered.

His footsteps echoed through the house, heavy and tired, I could tell his shift was toxic again. "Are you playing dress up, lil' sis?" He continued to venture into my room and plop down on the bed. I looked over my shoulder to him, the deep set of eyebags rests underneath his beautifully shaped eyes, staining his flawless face.

"No, but I am going out."

And in one swift movement, his eyes were open, he was up and beside me. "Out?"

"Yes, Tommy, out." I giggled at his reaction and reached for a blue green skirt, thought for a little while and picked out a half-sleeved flesh top. "What do you think?" Tom looked baffled as he stared, he was about to open his eyes when I cut in. "Skirt doesn't work." Rethinking my choice, I put it all back and snatched a sleeveless black and blue green stripped dress. "Yeah? Yeah." I walked away from a dumbfounded Tommy and walked into the bathroom, changing into the outfit.

As I turned to exit, I saw Tom's silhouette. "With Therese?"

"No," I smiled sweetly as I met him by the door, walking to my room again. I gave myself a little twirl to the mirror and nodded, satisfied.

Tom appeared by my door, his eyebrows knitting. "Then with whom? You've never thought about what to dress for anything."

"Emmett," I said, smiling to myself.

"Emmett?" He sounded oddly unamused. "That guy who brought you home last night?"

"Yes," Sensing his hesitation, I turn to him, "What? You don't like him?" I readied my speech if he ever refuses to let me go out, well not my speech, more like his speech whenever he brings over a girl for me to meet.

"It's not that I don't like him, it's.. Odd watching my little sister get really ready for someone. Other than Matt, that is." He innocently stated, crossing his arms over his chest. I looked at him, straight in the eye. "What?"

"Nothing." I sighed and went over my dresser to at least dab a little glittering chap stick on my lips. And as if on cue, the doorbell rang. I shot up from my seat and hurried myself, picking up my brown oxfords and brown body bag. Just as I was about to run downstairs, Tom had put up his index finger and went on to descend the stairs.

Oh no, he might scare the poor guy away.

I trailed behind him, my hands sweating from nervousness. This was my first date after that thing with me and Michael at around freshmen year, Matt was completely against it and so was Tom. Turns out they were both right and Michael turned from hottie to nottie in one quick second as I went to surprise him with his favorite dessert at his house on a Sunday. A girl was basically lap dancing and pushing her butt into his face, I couldn't be more devastated when he was the one who got angry and told me to get out. Fortunately though, Matty came to my rescue and sent him one heck of a punch when Michael tried to buy me back.